Tree Of Souls (Transfusion Saga #6) - Stephanie Hudson Page 0,26

for here. But then again, maybe I was going about this all wrong. Maybe the whole sexy, unsuspecting act would be better? Now, if I could just pull it off without first falling on my ass as I got out the car, then yeah, that would be swell.

“Well, here’s hoping that these thugs think with their dicks first and their trigger-happy fingers second,” I said to myself after rummaging through the overnight bag and finding what I was looking for…jeez, was this chick a party girl or what? Blood red lipstick, eyeliner, hairspray…okay, so who needed a glitter stick in their travel bag for work? Where was she expecting we were headed, Vegas?

I flipped open her compact mirror and went to work, starting with getting rid of any evidence of heartache. Like the black track lines running down my cheeks from the mascara I was never wearing ever again! But thankfully, heavy makeup most definitely helped in this and with the whole sultry look I was hoping to achieve I snapped the compact shut. I completed the look with twisting my hair up into a loose bun and holding it there with a pen I found in her purse. This was so I could do the whole, hair flicky thing the second I got out the car.

Then I sat across the street and waited. And fake Micky had been right, the place looked like a real shithole. Like a large house that had cracked windows on the top floor held together by a geometrical shape of tape. Faded, peeling paint from split wooden siding framed the two large, blue roller doors that were the only part of the building that didn’t look close to giving up and buggering off to find a scrap yard themselves like the rest of the tired building did. Next to it was an empty lot that was fenced and filled with scrap cars piled up, telling me this was a way to hide the good stuff at the back. Because one look at those solid locked gates and it was easy to see where the money had been spent.

Meaning, I knew instantly that I was in the right place and all I had to wait for was one of the big roller doors to go up, so I could make my entrance. This was after first sticking the gun in the waistband of my skirt, hiding it with the fitted suit jacket that matched the navy skirt. Then slipping my heels back on and hoping I could drive the car the way I needed to with them on, I focused on getting my timing right.

In the end it was only about fifteen minutes wait until up they went, and my opportunity presented itself.

“Here goes nothing, Fae…time not to get dead,” I said starting the engine and the second the random car started to clear from the opening, I floored it, making the car roar like a fucking beast was coming out of the shadows of Hell!

Needless to say, I got myself noticed pretty damn quick as the second they saw me coming everyone jumped out of my way. And this was just as the roller doors were lowering, which meant that I was thanking my lucky stars that this car was as low to the floor as you could get! Because I only just made it inside, slamming on the brakes and barely stopping in time before I hit anything or anyone, for that matter as one guy obviously wasn’t as quick as the rest. Which meant that he ended up closing his eyes instead just as the stallion looked close enough to make a permanent imprint on his legs. The cocktail stick he’d had in his mouth fell from his lips the second he realised he could have died by a Ferrari related injury.

“Phew,” I said on a sigh, looking lower so he could see me and in doing so I could make my Aunty Pip proud and mouth at him,

‘My bad.’

Then, I took in a quick scan of the space, seeing a large twin garage that housed at least twenty cars on one side and a workshop on the other. Naturally, as expected, there were also multiple cars in different stages of being fixed or stripped down for parts.

The side I had driven the Ferrari into was where the work was done as there was a lift, a pit, and the walls that were framed above by half naked chicks, auto part signs,